Missy said, “The Gauntlet starts in less than an hour.” She pointed west. “Starting line is at the bottom of the mountain. I suggest you gather up whatever you own and get going”
One of the men, another shirtless beard wearing a pair of torn cargo pants, started to laugh. His belly jiggled.
“Little girl, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I strongly suggest you move.”
“No.”
“Your choice.”
She turned and waved with both arms over her head, and then the man’s chest exploded. He collapsed, eyes wide open, the contents of his insides splattered against the outside of the trailer. The report from the sniper rifle sounded a few seconds later.
Missy said, “Anybody else want to argue with me?”
Nobody said a word.
“Good.” She looked up at the sun, shielding her eyes. “Now you’ve got less then fifty
